Cosmic Timing

Poor spirits can never get change for their paradigms
While rich spirits know they can step in and
Fill their meters whenever they're getting low

"How can I seize the day
When the bank seized my car?"

People often think they're in the driver's seat
Until they have those feelings of utter defeat

But they don't last forever

Poor spirits fight to keep the jobs where they slowly die
While rich spirits fight to achieve goals that
Give them peace when they reach the end of their lives

"How can I seize the day
When someone seized my job?"

Outsourcing employment when the wages get higher
Is justified in profit wars as friendly fire

Let's blame it all on
Bad cosmic timing
The universe conspires to keep us down

Let's thank the stars for
Good cosmic timing
And the ability to laugh at ourselves

"How can I seize the day
When rough seas steer my ship?"

People seldom match their feelings of sinking
With the violent storms in the clouds of their thinking

So talk about the "whether"

Poor spirits are blind to the path of prosperity
While rich spirits can travel the tough
Terrain that leads them to a hidden paradise

"How can I seize the day
When no one sees my pain?"

If all of your troubles were to disappear
Boredom is the next thing you would likely fear

Let's blame it all on
Bad cosmic timing
The universe conspires to keep us down

Let's thank the stars for
Good cosmic timing
And the ability to laugh at ourselves